Thursday, September 27, 2007

Have you ever smoked some weed and just sat and listened to music? Ok, so drugs aren’t really my thing, and I haven’t done that in probably 11 years, but if you do you’ll relate to this statement… you sit and you hear every possibly note, hidden, subtle, or otherwise and it just moves you, or you trip. eh

I had a couple of moments like this at LCD’s show. I literally closed my eyes, my ears were full on the most vivid sounds and holy fucking shit, did they move me; almost to tears in fact with “Someone Special”. Great song, the kind that would play on the soundtrack of you’re life, with pictured moments flashing through your mind. Amazing

For some reason I envisioned a lanky hipster with long stringy hair spouting messages of utter lame trendiness for a singer. James Murphy, I must say, surprised me. Tall, perhaps (I was on floor level) skinny, not so much, but a sweaty huggable man; yes. He was vivacious, fun, and a general treat for the masses. I must admit that upon browsing through the current cd jacket, that he is a musical, dare I say, genius, playing several of the elements contained therein.

Their closing number for the evening… “New York I Love You, But You’re Brining Me Down”, was such a perfect fit for ending a high impact set. With mellow vocals and sweet piano sounds building to a powerful conclusion, a break, slow it down again with a bow from James, and me left wanting more.

So I’m on the chillin in the GA section of the hall, waiting for the show to start, when this mousey voiced healthy bundle of energy abound makes her way to the stage. Pardon me doll because I’m sure you’re a peach, but alas this mass of woman moved with spunk about the stage; honestly makes me reminisce of that bonny lass Ricky Lake circa Hairspray(the original Waters, not the travesty of a remake, even if Walken is in it).

I had no idea the Gossip was playing the show with LCD and Arcade Fire; Surprise #1. Having not seen them before, I didn’t realize who they were until Beth starts wailing. Surprise #2; she’s not black, which was a previous assumption with a voice like that. No matter how much she moved, her voice was strong like bull, and her vibrato silky. What’s the recipe for Beth Ditto?

2 tablespoon of shimmying this way and thatA dash of some leg kicks,20 or so sweaty hair tosses1 short skirt1 falling top to reveal a heaving massive bosom1 cup full of a voice that makes the sound monitors spike through the roof(add hot pink leggings for added flair)

She was the show, during their set. The seemly full acceptance of her robust figure makes me wanna baste myself in butta, roll around in cinnamon, sugar and wrap up in soft crepe dough, then deep fry myself until I’m a delicate crispy treat of lard heaven, possibly topped in a sugar goop of raspberry and whip cream.

I considered this blog to be a public viewing of my exploration into 30hood and trying to figure out the question “what the fuck am I doing with my life?!”. Possibly getting all emo and doing the woe is me shit. Then I thought, who would wanna read that tired old downer vibe? I feel bad enough reading about people’s life struggles or my friend’s unhappiness in their public diaries as it is.

Instead, I’ve decided to just ramble on about my experiences attending concerts, or my take on music in general, how I felt about them, and just other random shit along the way, all the while hoping to make you laugh. I love music, I’m a creative person and music is my fuel while I sit on my floor, iPod turned to eleven and try to be…um, well, creative.

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